Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.